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Memories of a UnionI uttered last words - wrongly. Forgive me, Forgive me.Memories of a Union
So what is the count this time? Myriads of lies, fractures Broken bones and drunken bruises, All of our love, tears and laughter,
Gossip and confusion... Memories of a union. I happen upon a swollen scab -
A hole. In the very center of non verbal communication. I held you with it, I acknowledged and rejected you with it,
And now, in words, I love you with it.
But my last words can only be of affliction by loss. Adoration, the infection which burns in me Right now,


Vicious EmbraceThis is necessary.Vicious Embrace
This saves me.
Just a shred, the most minute piece. All rose coloured - imperfection - Rising...
Striving to hide all the uneven flow.
Just a thought, the smallest flicker. That if I could, I would... If I could have vivacity through mentality, I would use it.
(This is necessary - This saves me)
It's just a drop,
But it's a colossus of a splatter -
Spacing and gaining on reality, Reality is outside of me. Instead I find it all in mind Knowing-
That if I were valuable,
All


...in me...Behind and beyond the veil of hysterics and dramatics finely smoothed, Over the surface of undulating repulsion -...in me...
Lies the beast,
in me.
We endlessly collide and make tortured love. The friction evolving into the war I know so well, i against i. Burning, teasing and mocking scars made in defiance and fear By the filth and flaws,
in me.
in me - is me.
And me Is all I'll ever be.
Vile and colourless, in all respects, Evermore.
(...I'm sorry that I'll never be what you want me to be. Forgive me...)


The Thesaurus was her JournalShe spares a word for yesterday carefully chosen from a list of things she wants to be known as.The Thesaurus was her Journal
Libertine.
Intellectually she found herself in chains describing her aspirations
forever the same
and recalling memories
of similar days
where hope is transcended
by precarious desire.
Titillating.
If he had a nuance of her pollution,
a notion of natures impurity, hed extract his virtuous perversion and revisit that of homely beauty.
If she only knew of the pleasur


Ishkashe's that glowing star above more powerful and warm than the sun she's shaking with death in her eyes and abruptly disappears into the SKIES.Ishka
I wasn't there to hold her paw the word of death echoing through oh, ishka, i'm so sorry. I should have been there, for YOU.
she took the earthquakes and thunderstorms converted them into rainbows and a new life secrets she'll carry with her into heaven today your bliss will be my DEPRESSION.
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"The day I stop dreaming is the day I die" - Soichiro Honda
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i own an army of pink bananas
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I LIED.
Care to refresh my memory?
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''Fanaticism is a matter of climate'' - Hitler.
''A bone heals, a bruise fades, but art, is, FOREVER'' - Otep.
....And I stuck my fingers into the sockets of the decayed .... and called it art...
... Forgive me.... please ...
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I LIED.
Anyway, now I must thank you, as it's rare for anyone to thank me/acknowledge it, things like that
You've actually been a very busy bee of a deviant too! 153 deviations...
So when I get back from work later, I'll take a look around your gallery dear
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''Fanaticism is a matter of climate'' - Hitler.
''A bone heals, a bruise fades, but art, is, FOREVER'' - Otep.
....And I stuck my fingers into the sockets of the decayed .... and called it art...
... Forgive me.... please ...
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I LIED.
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